Pretty disappointing Saturday

A couple Saturdays ago I decided to check out the Landing Strip, as it's not one I've been to very often, and I wondered how things were since the lockdown's been eased up a bit. The valet guy didn't give me a ticket, saying he'd remember which car was mine.

I wandered in and walked upstairs. No one greeted me or took my temperature, so I parked my butt in a booth, since the other times I've been there there'd been no charge for one that early in the day. I seemed to be the only patron in the place.

A masked young lady named Cherokee took my drink order, and came back with a Michelob Ultra for $8. I hit the restroom, which I believe has an attendant in the evenings, but not during the day.